Hansel and Gretel
I remember my mom bought this old dusty book for fifty cents at a yard-sale;
Now, the title of this book was 100 Classic Fairytales.
So, if I ever got restless and my mom just wanted peace,
She’d simply whip out that book and read a story to me.
As she’d read I’d slowly drift off to sleep, but my young imagination would carry the stories into my
I mean, I thought up some fantastic things. And a few of them I even lived out!
Like this one time I swear I got trapped inside a gingerbread house.
Imagine walls made from milk chocolate and floors of French Vanilla Ice-cream.
Whip-cream and icing dripped from the ceiling.
A house with gum drops as deadlocks and poisoned apples in a bowl.
As my body melted on top of yours,
Our sweets began to taste like they’d been dipped in misery and soaked in sorrow.
Then the illusion was broken; we’d nourished each other’s bodies but forgot about our souls.
Our broken spirits combined, but we never became whole.
Now I see that you clearly don’t have the nutrients I need or the love that I seek;
You can’t nourish me! And your sweetness is worthless since you’re so incomplete!
Our relationship fell into a predicament that we can’t fix
So instead I’ll face the consequences.
Wow, my sugar so quickly ended.
And as I stumbled back into the real world today,
My gingerbread house slowly crumbled into decay.
I feel stomach pain and gut wrenching heartache.
But it was well worth it, because I know candy expires and happy moments fade;
All good things must end. And there’s just no other way.
As life leaves my body and I become weak, I wonder how many couples realize that death tastes so
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